Quotes About Freedom

I was in control of every area of my life except for smoking. The cigarette was deciding where I could go, what I could do, when I could do it and with whom.

Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness.

Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.

I saw the best minds of my generation who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade.

Absolutes are Coercion. Change is absolute.

Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village. downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking, talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues shout blind on the phonograph

I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness.

O victory forget you're underwear we're free.

Hairy Mammal whaddya want

First word … best word.

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, ...

I smoke marijuana every chance I get.

Am I a Stalinist? A Capitalist? A Bourgeois Stinker? A rotten Red? No I'm a fairy with purple wings and white halo translucent as an onion ring in the transsexual fluorescent light of Kiev Restaurant after a hard day's work

America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that word I reach for my feather boa!

I'm not sorry (America)

La generación Beat es sobre todo un movimiento espiritual.

I'll get drunk & give no shit, & not be a Messiah. - New York to San Fran

Freedom does that to people, he realizes. Once you've tasted it, ou never want to let go.

He had to get out, get some space between him and the world, just to breathe.

I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.

The most underused tool in the kitchen is the brain. I blame the food media (yes, that of which I am a part) who have lulled us into a state of recipe slavery. We don't think about recipes as much as we perform them.

I told my daughter, the first time she fell in love, not to hold it too close. Think of yourself in a warm, summer pool, I told her, concentric circles rippling all around you. Golden beams of sunlight flooding your hair, striking your face. Inhale it. Breathe it. It will not leave you. If you place sunlight in your palms, it will turn to shadow. If you put fireflies in a jar, they will die. But if you love with wings on, you will always feel the exhilaration of being suspended in flight.

All paradises are there to be expelled from.